Gift for annyong
To: annyong
From: oobiemcruby
Title: Dying People’s Hair is Always a Problem
Characters and/or Pairings: Amy, Rory
Rating: G/All Ages
Warnings: None!
Notes: N/A
Word Count: 545 words
MOD NOTE: This fic has been re-gifted. I hope you enjoy it regardless, annyong.
“No, Rory, don’t do that! You’re supposed to have it like this.”
“But, Amelia-”
“I told you not to call me that!”
“But, Amy, my hair just won’t go that way. It looks silly!”
Rory Williams, up until about an hour ago, had dirty blonde hair. Now, because of Amy’s insistence, it was black. Or, more accurately, it was a horrible mixture of dirty blonde and grey. Definitely not the colour it had on the product packaging.
“Amel-Amy, I’m never going to be able to wash this colour out! Never! What will my mum say?” Rory squeaked, while looking into the bathroom mirror at his terrible hairdo (he did have an idea of what she would say, or, rather, what she would do. Saying that she was going to have a fit was a drastic underestimation).
Amy shrugged. Why should his mum care anyway? It was his hair. Her mum let her choose what she did to herself. Well, maybe dying her hair was out of the question, but getting a temporary tattoo on herself was nothing too different from dying her best friend’s hair, was it?
“Why don’t you dye your hair, anyway?”
Aside from the obvious, there was another reason why Amy had dyed Rory’s hair, not hers. “Why should I dye my hair? It’s ginger. And you’re playing the Doctor.”
“So? Did the Raggedy Doctor say anything about only choosing red-heads?”
Amy’s quick temper turned her face fire-engine red. “Of course not. He just likes red-heads, is all.”
For some reason, this comment fired his temper, and made him look completely ridiculous, his pink face coupled with his raccoon hair.
“And how do you know that, then? Did he say that directly to you?”
Amy’s expression went sour. “Don’t you believe me anymore?”
His eyes widened, temper losing its fire. “No, Amel-Amy, I didn’t mean-”
“Rory, just go away! You don’t want to help me anymore. Just go.” People always said she had a knack for being overly-dramatic.
“Amy, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just-”
Amy put on what Rory called her ‘Grumpy Face’.
“No! Amy, don’t be like that! I li-like you. I do believe you, okay?”
As Rory was at that awkward stage where girls were seen as girls, he settled for resting an uncomfortable hand on Amy’s shoulder.
Amy angrily shrugged Rory’s arm off, and tried to get as far away from him as possible, sliding down the edge of the bath tub.
“Amy, please don’t be like that. I’ve just told you I like you!”
Amy scrunched up her face, and shook her head.
“Amelia, please.”
“Rory, I told you not to call me that!”
“Does that mean you’re talking to me again?”
She left her silence as the answer.
“Please?” It sounded like Rory was close to tears.
She stayed quiet for a few minutes. After a good long pause, though, she couldn’t keep her cool anymore. Amy started shaking, her hair vibrating.
“Amy, what’s wrong?”
Sending a cheeky grin his way, Amy got up, and raced out of the bathroom, knocking over the hair dye packaging.
“Race you to the duck pond!”
Rory pursed his lips, but couldn’t keep a smile from creeping across his face. He would never understand girls.
From: oobiemcruby
Title: Dying People’s Hair is Always a Problem
Characters and/or Pairings: Amy, Rory
Rating: G/All Ages
Warnings: None!
Notes: N/A
Word Count: 545 words
MOD NOTE: This fic has been re-gifted. I hope you enjoy it regardless, annyong.
“No, Rory, don’t do that! You’re supposed to have it like this.”
“But, Amelia-”
“I told you not to call me that!”
“But, Amy, my hair just won’t go that way. It looks silly!”
Rory Williams, up until about an hour ago, had dirty blonde hair. Now, because of Amy’s insistence, it was black. Or, more accurately, it was a horrible mixture of dirty blonde and grey. Definitely not the colour it had on the product packaging.
“Amel-Amy, I’m never going to be able to wash this colour out! Never! What will my mum say?” Rory squeaked, while looking into the bathroom mirror at his terrible hairdo (he did have an idea of what she would say, or, rather, what she would do. Saying that she was going to have a fit was a drastic underestimation).
Amy shrugged. Why should his mum care anyway? It was his hair. Her mum let her choose what she did to herself. Well, maybe dying her hair was out of the question, but getting a temporary tattoo on herself was nothing too different from dying her best friend’s hair, was it?
“Why don’t you dye your hair, anyway?”
Aside from the obvious, there was another reason why Amy had dyed Rory’s hair, not hers. “Why should I dye my hair? It’s ginger. And you’re playing the Doctor.”
“So? Did the Raggedy Doctor say anything about only choosing red-heads?”
Amy’s quick temper turned her face fire-engine red. “Of course not. He just likes red-heads, is all.”
For some reason, this comment fired his temper, and made him look completely ridiculous, his pink face coupled with his raccoon hair.
“And how do you know that, then? Did he say that directly to you?”
Amy’s expression went sour. “Don’t you believe me anymore?”
His eyes widened, temper losing its fire. “No, Amel-Amy, I didn’t mean-”
“Rory, just go away! You don’t want to help me anymore. Just go.” People always said she had a knack for being overly-dramatic.
“Amy, I didn’t mean it like that, it’s just-”
Amy put on what Rory called her ‘Grumpy Face’.
“No! Amy, don’t be like that! I li-like you. I do believe you, okay?”
As Rory was at that awkward stage where girls were seen as girls, he settled for resting an uncomfortable hand on Amy’s shoulder.
Amy angrily shrugged Rory’s arm off, and tried to get as far away from him as possible, sliding down the edge of the bath tub.
“Amy, please don’t be like that. I’ve just told you I like you!”
Amy scrunched up her face, and shook her head.
“Amelia, please.”
“Rory, I told you not to call me that!”
“Does that mean you’re talking to me again?”
She left her silence as the answer.
“Please?” It sounded like Rory was close to tears.
She stayed quiet for a few minutes. After a good long pause, though, she couldn’t keep her cool anymore. Amy started shaking, her hair vibrating.
“Amy, what’s wrong?”
Sending a cheeky grin his way, Amy got up, and raced out of the bathroom, knocking over the hair dye packaging.
“Race you to the duck pond!”
Rory pursed his lips, but couldn’t keep a smile from creeping across his face. He would never understand girls.